Sem God X Drank God
Icewear Vezzo, Philthy Rich
Brodie slid, took that nigga's chain
You fell off
Now we don't look at you the same
Yeah, brick of white, looking like my frames
(skrrt, pull up)
Yeah, dog shit, count it up in the A
I was sipping KiKi before Moneybagg
Shit as tall as Money Man
Always flexing on 'em, with my stunting ass
Real nigga keep it hundred, just like
Flexin' was a crime, bitch, I'm guilty
Me and Philthy, out in Vegas
We just stuffed like twenty
Hoes inside the Bentley
Yeah I don't want no partI got glizzy
Pop a percocet and pour me up
A pint until it's empty
Yellow diamond stones looking pissy
Got two Mickeys
On that when that money coming
In, them niggas envy, nigga
Yellow diamond stones looking pissy
Got two Mickeys
On that when that money coming
In, them niggas envy, nigga
Eastside nigga, like Peezy, Babyface and GT
Ain't tryna take no picture
Ain't tryna hear your CD that's 200 K
That's more than your ho on a light day
Got more Gucci than a Gucci sto'
You in love with the bitch
She just a groupie ho
Everybody say they a steppa 'til
They get stepped on
Call the plug, and tell him take it back
This stepped on real niggas from the city
Like Street Lords and BMF
Rest in peace Blade Icewood
It ain't too many left feelix, Lil D
You only sold a lil coke
Nigga this the Sem God, and the Drank God
Lucky we ain't catch you outside
You better thank god
Nigga this the Sem God, and the Drank God
Lucky we ain't catch you outside
You better thank god
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